Zhao Jiaqi stepped forward, subtly sizing her up. With a sallow complexion, slanted eyes, and a fierce look, she was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
Smiling politely, she said, "Auntie, you are welcome to visit our home. But if you're here to cause trouble, I'm not as easygoing as my mother-in-law or husband."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenzhu was slightly surprised. She sneered, looking the newly married bride up and down, and mockingly said, "You little whore, you haven't even grown your full hair yet, and you dare to lecture elders? Who are you calling Auntie? Have I ever acknowledged you as my niece-in-law?"
"You're not my mother-in-law, why should I need your acknowledgment?" If it weren't for her mother-in-law's sake, she would be looking down on this woman.
Zhao Jiaqi pointed towards the gate, her face turning cold, and her tone hardening. "If you're here to cause trouble, you are not welcome in our home. Get out."
She didn't want to cause trouble on her wedding day, but she couldn't stand the two useless pushovers in her home. If she wasn't more assertive, how would she manage in the future?
"Oh my, when did the Old Fan family start needing a little slut like you to act important? Let me tell you, go back to your mother's home immediately and return the five taels of silver. Otherwise, don't blame me for tearing you apart."
Her words were utterly foul, enough to bring the dead back to life.
This was the first time Zhao Jiaqi had encountered such a unreasonable and shrewish woman. She threw her pride aside and became equally fierce.
She immediately retorted to Wang Zhenzhu, "Who are you calling a 'slut,' you old hag? Who do you think you are? What, is Fan Zehao your son? It's your turn to act like a mother-in-law here?"
Zhao Jiaqi's indignant words completely stirred up a hornet's nest.
Regardless of whether the words were true or false, if they spread, it would become a matter of reputation. For a married woman, it would be considered unchaste behavior, grounds for being ostracized.
Even if they were false, how would the village gossips let such a topic for after-dinner conversation slip away?
They could turn a quail egg into an ostrich egg, making the false seem true.
This was precisely the art of killing with a word.
Wang Zhenzhu, no matter how foolish, knew the gravity of the situation. Enraged, her eyes turned red as she lunged for Zhao Jiaqi's long hair and raised her hand to slap her face.
Spitting with every word, she cursed, "You little whore, how dare you slander me! You ill-fated wretch, watch me beat you to death, you little slut!"
In the courtyard, the two women grappled. Zhang Cuihua anxiously tried to break them apart but was shoved to the ground by the burly Wang Zhenzhu.
Zhao Jiaqi was young and had just eaten, so she had some strength. She delivered a fierce kick to Wang Zhenzhu's groin, and a howl echoed through the courtyard.
"Aow…"
Clutching her groin, Wang Zhenzhu's face contorted in pain, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Onlookers instinctively did the same, their faces sweating. They whispered that Wang Zhenzhu had encountered a tough opponent.
At that moment.
Zhao Jiaqi stood tall before her, her eyes blazing with anger. "Your humble servant is not a submissive little bride to be bullied by you! You want to fight me? First, see who you are! Let me tell you, I call the shots in this house. If you dare to come and cause trouble again, I'll beat you every time."
She spoke through gritted teeth, her aura alone intimidating Wang Zhenzhu.
Zhao Jiaqi shot Fan Zehao a cold glance and pointed at the courtyard gate, roaring in anger, "What are you watching? Throw this person out! Now, immediately, at once."